Bianca Prince Sextape Novels & Stories

“He initiated, but I told him I wouldn’t do that.” I rolled my eyes, joining them on the couch. “You’re no fun.” She shrugged. “I find it awkward.” “Awkward? Why would it be?” “I don’t know. I want to touch Xandry, feel him than watching him do it over the screen.” “You’re right, but I had phone sex with Pyke,” Camila said. Bianca laughed out loud. “I did too.” “Look at her, our man-hater who wishes men die in priapism. It turns out she’s dirtier and kinkier than me.” We burst out laughing.

I was fighting for myself and for us. Then Bianca stepped onto the small stage near the band. She tapped the microphone with a sweet smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Sophia stood beside her, looking pleased. The room quieted. “Friends and investors,” Bianca said loudly. “We have something important to share about one of our own. Lila here has been seducing both Sebastian and Theo Vale. She’s tearing this family apart for her own gain.” My stomach dropped. Bianca held up her phone and showed a partial video clip. It was me in the lace, moaning softly. The audio played just enough to make people whisper. “See for yourselves,” Bianca continued. “She’s not who she pretends to be.”

Pulling the tray out of the warm water, I shook my head in hopes of getting the haunting memories of their lifeless bodies from my mind, but it still stayed. I turned about to walk away when a hand pushed me back, so hard I almost fell into the sink. "Cursed bitch," I turned to find one of the head maids who also happened to be one of Alpha's flings. Rage bubbled through me, but retaliating would only get me in trouble, and that was the last thing I needed. Taking in a series of deep, slow breaths, I placed the tray down and headed straight for my room. And by that I meant the basement.

The pain made me curl up on the iron chair, my whole body convulsing. The technician adjusted the console as the murmurs around me grew louder. On the large screen, images from my memories began to flash. It was the third day after Sophia's death. Two enforcers dragged me into the Gambino estate. Someone wrenched my hair tight in their fist and slammed my face into the cold marble floor. "Talk," a voice barked. "Who killed Sophia?" The butt of a gun slammed into my back, knocking the air out of me, my ribs screaming in agony.

"You talked about me? About our private relationship?" "Oh, honey, it gets so much better." Bianca pulled out her phone, tapping the screen. "Tell her about the bet, Luca." My heart stopped. "What bet?" Luca's jaw clenched. "Bianca—" "No, she should know." Bianca turned her phone toward me. On the screen was a photo—heavily edited and clearly AI-generated—showing her and Luca in an intimate position. But my face had been photoshopped onto her body. "The guys at college made a bet. Who could get the uptight Omega nerd to finally loosen up? Luca said he could take your virginity within six months."

Then, I picked up a rag to keep wiping down the counter. That night, Bianca suddenly went live. Her title was unhinged. [If I’m going down, I’m taking everyone with me. I’m going to show you all who taught me how to hurt her.]

Bianca was quiet for a while and when she found her voice, she said, "So you're getting married? That's why you don't wanna fuck me?" "Please stop saying that." I begged. "Stop saying what? Fuck me? Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She chirped and I put a hand over her lips. "Can I ask you something as well?" I asked, hoping that she had not totally lost her senses and would give me the response I wanted. Bianca nodded and I carried on. "Why do you feel the need to have sex with every guy?"

And I can hear silent sobs coming from the phone. "Peter Barone is La Reina's brother and the man I was betrothed to. Why Benedetto, why bring him up?Why now?" "I'm sorry, Bianca, I was reading Mama's will. I didn't mean to upset you." "I gotta go." I hear Bianca say before the line goes dead. Well, that was weird. I close my computer and set it into the chair beside me. Rubbing my temples with a headache, I close my eyes and set back. It's going to be a long flight.

“You…have to be nice to me..give me time and opportunity to explain everything…” "I don't like it..." "Yeah...you're the one who ran away..I already explained you're still stubborn...if I didn't..you've been busy with that Korean guy right..what's his name JinJun?" "Jun! he is good..not like you…” "Et...et.. I just need to open the zipper, I'm already 'humph'... are you teasing me on purpose...let me rape you right now?" "Hiiiishhhh!" Beth shrieked in annoyance. "Okay then! Watch out perverts! Talking..not having sex..no intimate scenes…or more kissing! Watch out…then I want to go home…as soon as possible.”

“But you just don’t listen, do you? You keep crawling back like some desperate little bitch who doesn’t know when she’s not wanted.” “I just wanted to talk—” she started, but Bianca cut her off by shoving her hard against the sink. “You don’t get to talk,” Bianca hissed. “You lost that right the second you decided to fuck Diana’s dad.” Roxette’s face crumpled. “Please… just let me explain—” “Explain what?” I laughed, but there was no humor in it. “That you’re a whore? That you get off on older men? That you don’t care who you hurt as long as you get what you want?”